Friday, July 31, 2015

'Mistakes are always forgivable, if one has the courage to admit them.' - Bruce Lee

Kennedy: If you learn from your mistakes, you’ll be a better person. Life is all about making mistakes. I’ve made a lot of them in life, and learned from none of them. Until now. My biggest mistake of all, was letting him go. Kye: I had it all. Money. Fame. Success. Then I lost it. I thought I finally had my life back on track when I found her. But one slip up and I lost everything. Again. Kennedy Crawley spends her days helping others conquer their demons at Hope and Chance Retreat, in Australia’s Northern Territory. After spending her life being someone even she didn’t like, she finally sought the courage to overhaul her life, dreams and aspirations. Now, she’s determined to stay on track and be a better person. Kye Austin was living his dream life as a professional football player. Until the day his sins caught up with him. He was sent to Hope and Chance Retreat to get his life back on track. After winning his battle, he decides to stay in the area and try to win the affections of Kennedy. There’s just one problem: she’s not interested.

Kasey Millstead lives a quiet life in country New South Wales, Australia, with her husband and their four young children. She enjoys baking, singing (ridiculously out of tune) & spending time with friends and family. Kasey has always harboured a deep love for reading and writing, and she is now lucky enough to be living her dream of being an Author.

Heartbreaker. I understand why I have the nickname. Hey, what can I say? I like women. All women. It doesn’t matter what shape, size, or color. I’m even into sharing. I’ve done it all, seen it all, but I’m at an all-time low. Who wouldn’t be? My best friend is missing. My uncle’s an asshole. I don’t know who I am without The Nights. We are a band of brothers, soldiering through the world with our music. Only, our faithful leader is gone, and everyone else in the band is falling for the oldest trap: love. Love is a lie. It is painful. It is hurtful. I need a break. I want to be alone. I'm not prepared to share the exclusive home on the Island. I'm not prepared for her. I don’t know who she is or why she's here. She tells me to call her Ireland. I tell her my first name only. Originally, I don’t want to believe she doesn’t recognize me. Bass guitarist for The Nights, come on? After a while we both play the game. Secrets are another form of lies, aren't they? Our fantasy will crash to reality too soon. Secrets catch up to you. The truth has to be told. It confirms what I already know: love is a lie. Until her.

With
her hand on her chest and her breasts rising and falling in great agitation, I
was able to see her big blue eyes and the sprinkle of freckles across her nose.
Her chin length blonde hair fell forward as she bent to clasp her knees and
catch her breath.

Standing
up almost as quickly as she bent over, she spoke to me through delicious
looking pink lips.

“Who
the fuck are you?” she growled.

“Who
the fuck, are you?” I returned.

“I’m…”

“You
know what, never mind. You need to go,” I said, cutting her off and reaching
for her upper arm again. “I don’t know how you got in here, where you came
from, or how you found me, but you need to go.”

I
began to tug her toward the front entry, her feet sliding in her flip-flops
across the tile flooring. She pulled back, and the force made her skid on an
angle across the slippery surface as I dragged her. She continued to glare at
me quizzically, leaning away from me.

Lucky had
always led a life of service, always putting his life on the line for someone
else, managing to survive by pure luck and skill. After bringing an end to a
multi-state drug ring, he was finally able to live the life he had wanted as a
Last Rider.

A good man
would walk away and not touch the curvy woman who had been tugging on his
heartstrings. Lucky wasn’t a good man. Therefore, the bad-ass biker in him had
a choice: once again become the man he had pretended to be and stake his claim
or take the devil’s highway.

Some girls had all the luck.

Willa
wasn’t one of them. All she wanted to do was give a home to the children she
had made orphans. Instead, she found herself needing help from the man who had
left the pulpit behind to embrace a life of sin.

Painfully
shy and withdrawn, she wanted a quiet life, a simple man, and well-behaved
children. The last thing she had ever expected was for Lucky to want her size
twenty body and show her a passion that would lead her straight to hell.

"I
was born in a small town in Kentucky. My family began poor, but worked their
way to owning a restaurant. My mother was one of the best cooks I have ever
known, and she instilled in all her children the value of hard work, and
education.

Taking
after my mother, I've always love to cook, and became pretty good if I do say
so myself. I love to experiment and my unfortunate family has suffered through
many. They now have learned to steer clear of those dishes. I absolutely love
the holidays and my family puts up with my zany decorations.

For
now, my days are spent writing, writing, and writing. I have two children who
both graduated this year from college. My daughter does my book covers, and my
son just tries not to blush when someone asks him about my books.

Currently
I am writing five series of books- The Last Riders, The VIP Room, Predators MC,
Biker Bitches, and The Dark Souls.

All
my books are written for one purpose- the enjoyment others find in them, and
the expectations of my fans that inspire me to give it my best.”

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Abigail's fun and dirty conversion to her sexy alter-ego Jayd continues in Part Two of the hot new steamy series INDECENT CRAVINGS

WARNING: This is NOT a story for prudes.

Abigail settles into her new life in Miami with a restaurant job on the beach, all the while keeping an eye out for the mysterious Lukas Thorn.

When a rich old woman invites her to a decadent party and makes a generous offer, Abigail is swept into a hot and filthy world of kinky fun. Soon she finds herself under the tutelage of the "Director", competing against two other girls to gain admission to Lukas Thorn's submission school.

Sparks fly, passions grow, and dark glimpses into Lukas Thorn's tortured soul are revealed as Abigail tries to get a foothold into his world of joyous debauchery.

DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THE FOLLOWING OFFENDS YOU: Dirty talk, floggers, riding crops, anal sex, strap-on dildos, heavy ropes, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, tongues in places they probably shouldn't go, sensory deprivation, public humiliation, girl-on-girl, girl-on-guy, guy-on-two-girls, two-girls-on-girl, well-endowed M2F transsexual-on-girl, well-endowed M2F transsexual-on-guy, tease and denial contests, dominatrixes, and sex swings...all consensual and in the spirit of fun and personal growth. (Not all of these appear in this book but will be explored over the course of the series... and more!)

You have been warned.

THEMES EXPLORED: Overcoming personal challenges, discovering one's purpose in life, inspiring people to live their own lives on their own terms, and refusing to allow others to control how you think.

I’m glad I had some of that
drink, because I nearly have a heart attack at the sight of Lukas Thorn.

Everything disappears. The
sunset, the cavernous apartment, the low hum of the conversations, the music.
My entire world centers on the man I’ve been trying to find for two weeks.

Right here.

And not just here, but standing
directly in front of me again.

I try not to squeal in delight.

If I thought he was a god among
men before, I’m only more convinced now.

He’s in a black flowing shirt,
one of many flowing shirts in his collection apparently. Taut thick chest
muscles press it outward anyway, sinewy neck muscles leading to broad
shoulders. Broader than before. Like he had some added on since the last time I
saw him.

But no, that’s ridiculous. I’m
just seeing them from a new angle. So close. So close I could almost stick my
tongue out and . . .

“Jayden Raye, Jayd for short,”
says Lorena, “I’d like you to meet Director Lukas Thorn. Oh, but that’s right.
I forgot. You two have already met. I believe Lukas saved your life at Bogart
that night a couple of weeks ago.”

I’m not sure if it’s just me or
if it’s both Lukas and me, but we just stare at each other. He wears a
half-smile, the perfect stubble still in place over the tanned skin and
flawless square chin that burned itself into my memory on the plane here.

His hair is especially
“just-fucked” tonight, waves of brownish-black darkness with those delightful
wispy ends that I just want to bite.

His expression is relaxed but
incredulous as he stares into me, his sapphire eyes searing a sensuous pathway
into my soul. He looks at me like he knows me, like he’s known me for a
thousand years.

Yeah, glad I waited. Fuck Karissa
and Jaxon. Fuck Javier. Fuck those shitheads who hit on me. This is what I
want! This man right here! Wherever he is, I’m home.

His words knock me out of my
spell. I turn to look at Lorena’s shocked expression.

“Excuse me?” she says.

“This is a joke, Lorena. What are
you up to?”

She folds her arms and throws him
an evil questioning stare. “I don’t like your tone, Lukas.” Her voice has gone
three octaves lower than usual.

He chuckles, then returns his
gaze to me. He looks me up and down like he’s buying a horse.

“No thanks, Lorena,” he says as
he turns to walk away. “I’m not going to fall for it again.”

At that, he turns and drifts
across the room. Everyone notices him, like he’s the center of all magnetism in
the universe.

I’m frozen in place, unable to
move. I’m not sure what I’m feeling.

Did he just reject me like I think
he just did? Like a piece of meat?

“Don’t let him get to you,”
Lorena says. “It’s just his nature. He likes you.”

I take another sip of my drink,
watching his broad shoulders under that muscular neck as he joins a group of
well-dressed women at a tall round table on the other end of the balcony. He
motions a naked attendant over. His is flawlessly blonde.

Bitch.

“He likes me?” I say. “That’s not how someone reacts when they like
you. Wait, oh wait. Is it him? Is he the one you want to ‘sell’ me to?”

“No, of course not, dear. And
there’s no selling. That’s an awful term. He’s just the director of my academy.
It is very strange that he reacted that way. Wait, you don’t know him, do you?
Did you meet him before the restaurant?”

My head spins. I don’t know how
to answer. I don’t want to tell her about the plane. Apparently, she doesn’t
know about it. The less people who know, the better.

Suddenly, my inner diva fires up
inside. I never know when she’s going to show up. Yeah baby, hello! I down the rest of my drink . . . hoo-hah! . . . and place it on a nearby
table.

“If you would excuse me for a
moment, Lorena,” I say.

“Of course,” she says.

I march across the room toward that flowing
untucked shirt and glistening hair. I plant myself behind him and to the left,
making eye contact with the three bitches who are laughing at whatever he’s
saying. My heart beats out of my chest as I wait.

Skye Turner is an avid reader and an editor turned International Bestselling Author of the Sexy Adult Romance series Bayou Stix, the Romantic Suspense series James Black, and the Erotic Romance Short Story Serial, Dear Diary.

She attended Southeastern Louisiana University and Louisiana State University where she majored in Mass Communications, centering her studies in Journalism. Unfortunately, life intervened and she never finished her studies.

She lives in small town Louisiana with her husband, two children, and six fur babies.When she's not chained to her laptop pounding out sexy stories she can usually be found playing ‘Supermom’, reading, gardening (playing in the dirt), listening to music and dancing like a fool, cooking, baking, crafting, or spending time with those most important to her. She loves to incorporate pieces of her home state of Louisiana into her writing.